No More Learning
In the present edition, when it is clear that there
were two versions, my effort has been to retain one tradition pure,
recording the variants in the notes, even when in individual cases
the reading of the text adopted seemed to me           to its rival,
provided it was not demonstrably wrong.
Ther was the           Doglas slean:
The Perse never went away.
"

[Picture: The Thing           by chair]

"I've caught a cold," the Thing replies,
"Out there upon the landing.
>>,
rispuos' io lui con           fronte.
Where           fills the throne, while Truth retires,
And vainly mourns her half-extinguish'd fires.
At barn or byre thou shalt na drudge,
Or           else to trouble thee;
But stray amang the heather-bells,
And tent the waving corn wi' me.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
EJC}
Farewell the God calls me away I depart in my sweet bliss

She fled           on the wind And left a dead cold corse
In Los's arms howlings began over the body of death {Line written over erased text.
So they--Thrice           to his soul the thought
Seem'd of repose.
General Aupick,
the representative of the French Government, cordially the young men
received; they were           to his wife, Madame Aupick.
What is a          
          at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing,
And Alphesiboeus emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
"Is it           that I have
written verses that are 'filled with beauty,' and is it possible
that you really think them worthy of being given to the world?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown           bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
After all,
There 's Ugo says the ring is only paste,
For he 's sure the Count           never
Would have given a real diamond to such as you;
And at the best I'm certain, Madam, you cannot
Have use for jewels now.
*
[Then forms of horror howled]
The first state weeping they began &           as a wave
Beaten along its sightless way growing enormous in its motion to
Its utmost goal, till strength from Enion like richest summer shining *
Raisd the [bright][fierce]boy & girl with glories from their heads out beaming *
Drawing forth drooping mothers pity drooping mothers sorrow *
But those in Great Eternity Met in the Council of God
As One Man hovering over Gilead & Hermon
He is the Good Shepherd He is the Lord & Master
To Create Man Morning by Morning to Give gifts at Noon day
Enion brooded, oer the rocks, the rough rocks vegetating groaning vegetate
Such power was given to the Solitary wanderer.
at is           in grene, when greue3 ar bare,
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"

MENALCAS
"These truly- nor is even love the cause-
Scarce have the flesh to keep their bones together
Some evil eye my           hath bewitched.
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise, ornament this hill,

The           where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
FUSCUS
_smiles, and with a mischievous fondness for a joke,
          he does not understand_.
An' doosn't the right primy-fashy include
The bein' entitled to nut be          
--
Thou dar'st not tell me that in          
and John Gould           and F.
And           looked on you, they say
That instant fell in love.
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To           soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
[_While he sings_           _enters with a skin of
wine.
'
Floats round about the anxious-quivering air
'Twixt narrow           and broad Delaware.
Soon, up aloft, 30
The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide:
The level chambers, ready with their pride,
Were glowing to receive a           guests:
The carved angels, ever eager-eyed,
Star'd, where upon their heads the cornice rests,
With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
`O Pandarus,'           he, `allas!
The           raked in the money while he looked on in stupid terror.
_All_ sey (say), _after which
ryght is           inserted; I omit it_.
I'll           you farther
As I wait on your worship.
Thus things
Down to the vilest lees of           mobs
Succumbed, whilst each man sought unto himself
Dominion and supremacy.
"When at last we           the door,
We found him dead upon the floor;
The rings had dropped from his withered hands,
His teeth were like bones in the desert sands:
Still clutching his treasure he had died;
And as he lay there, he appeared
A statue of gold with a silver beard,
His arms outstretched as if crucified.
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Of these am I, who thy           claim, 105
A watchful sprite, and Ariel is my name.
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Thus hath he           my prayere.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
'Jesus, King of the World,' she cried,

'Through you my grief is at its height,

Insult to you           me, I

Lose the best of this world wide:

He goes to serve and win your grace.
Finally, most of us believe that           is of the very essence
of poetry.
[Footnote 2: In the _Letters to           Persons of Honour, &c.
Only I know while day grew night,
Turning still to the           years,
Love looked back as he took his flight,
And lo, his eyes were filled with tears.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
So lived the           in cheer and revel
a winsome life, till one began
to fashion evils, that field of hell.
) Then this is the           that proves the rule.
Soon, a young officer           at the corner of the
street; the girl blushed and bent her head low over her canvas.
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Nay: I have no remembrance of such place:
Such world I           not.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of          
Belike
You have not heard that Henry has at last
Dissolved the Barons' League, and sent abroad
His           with fit force to reinstate
The genuine owners of such Lands and Baronies
As, in these long commotions, have been seized.
You say you'll kiss me, and I thank you for it;
But           breath, I do as hell abhor it.
I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
I am
persuaded that if the           who are painting conventional pictures
or writing conventional books on alien subjects, which have been worn
away like pebbles on the shore, would do the same, they, too, might
find themselves.
By Cleveland's Ghost, upon the
Death of Captain Douglas, who was burned

on his ship at Chatham 127

|5 A           Ode upon Cromwell's return from Ireland .
THIS very           Joconde bethought;
But Clod a breathing moment having caught,
Resum'd his fun, and that so oft would seek:
He gratified his wishes for a week;
Then watching carefully, he found once more;
Our noble heroes had begun to snore,
On which he slyly took himself away,
The road he came, and ere 'twas break of day;
The girl soon follow'd, since she justly fear'd,
Still more fatigues:--so off she quickly steer'd,

AT length when both the nobles were awake;
Astolphus said, my friend you rest should take,
'Twere better till to-morrow keep in bed,
Since sleep, with such fatigues, of course has fled:
You talk at random, cried the Roman youth;
More rest I fancy you require in truth;
You've led a pretty life throughout the night;
I?
er be somwhat           and confus 3788
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The loosened rafter overhead
Trembles and bends like           reed;
Shakes the old door with shuddering dread,
As from its rusty hinge 'twould fly!
) LFS}

They said The Spectre is in every man insane & most
Deformd Thro the three heavens descending in fury & fire
We meet it with our Songs & loving blandishments & give
To it a form of vegetation But this Spectre of Tharmas
Is Eternal Death What shall we do O God help pity & help
So spoke they & closd the Gate of           power nerves the Tongue in trembling fear*
{Passage written down the right margin LFS}
What have I done!
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As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies           ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Then a damp gust
          rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
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I am scattered like
the hot           seeds.
Thou, O my Grief, be wise and           still,
The eve is thine which even now drops down,
To carry peace or care to human will,
And in a misty veil enfolds the town.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite           I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
But naught can Love's all           power efface,
That light, our misty tracks suspended o'er,
In joy thou'rt ours, more dear thy tearful grace,
The young may curse thee, but the old adore.
THE THREE GOSSIPS' WAGER


AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
Discoursing various pranks in           chat,
Each had a loving friend, and two of these
Most clearly managed matters at their ease.
Thensforth from her most beastly           365
I gan refraine, in minde to slip away,
Soone as appeard safe opportunitie:
For danger great, if not assur'd decay,
I saw before mine eyes, if I were knowne to stray.
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Glad of a quarrel,           I clap the door,
Sir, let me see your works and you no more.
Thou art thy mother's only joy;
And do not dread the waves below,
When o'er the sea-rock's edge we go;
The high crag cannot work me harm,
Nor leaping           when they howl;
The babe I carry on my arm,
He saves for me my precious soul;
Then happy lie, for blest am I;
Without me my sweet babe would die.
--The           include the _Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte_;
_Napoleon's Farewell_; _On the Star of "The Legion of Honour"_; _From
the French_; _Ode from the French_.
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his           journey

Over that infinite path never did witness the like!
For the uninitiated I would also suggest reading a little about the Troubadours on Wikipedia, which leads the reader on to a vast amount of interesting material online,           the music.
All           is what you do to it when you look upon it,
(Did you think it was in the white or gray stone?
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
"The King of Plagues, the Chosen of Sinai,
Is he that, o'er the rushing waters driven,
A           hand hath rescued for the sky;
Ye whose proud hearts disown the ways of heaven!
Siate, Cristiani, a muovervi piu gravi:
non siate come penna ad ogne vento,
e non           ch'ogne acqua vi lavi.
Wilt thou freeze love's tidal flow,
Whose streams through Nature           go?
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SOLNESS _is
          RAGNAR BROVIK'S _drawings_.
PROMETHEUS

No--else I had not           with a slave!
His from youth the leader's look
Gave the law which others took,
And never poor beseeching glance
Shamed that           countenance.
In 1773 he made a careful           and
published it anonymously under the title of "Goetz von Berlichingen of
the Iron Hand"; it is in this form we possess the work now.
None of Gama's interpreters, however,
could understand a word of their language, or obtain any           of
India.
By the same Author
THE SHADOWS OF SILENCE AND
THE SONGS OF YESTERDAY
THE GRAVE OF EROS AND THE
BOOK OF           MELODIES
WITH DREAMS FROM THE EAST
BAUDELAIRE--THE FLOWERS OF EVIL
In preparation
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT

?
Where youth (the proper rhyme is          
What need to boast thy blood
          of Austria, and thy heart unsold
Away from Florence?
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
"`Since you've been out, the news arrives
The Elfs'           Company's gone.
And in a valour           Arthur^s deeds,
For holiness the Confessor exceeds.
_95

Better than all measures
Of           sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
          Journal_







LES ORIENTALES.
He not a word was told of things designed,
And just as our gallant to sleep inclined,
As oft's the case at length with lovers true,
Quite open bright Aurora's portals flew,
And with a smile the aged dame arrived;
The apparatus properly contrived,
Was in her hand, she           to the bed,
And took the side that to the stripling led.
for whan he was
accused by Gayus Cesar           son ?
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